Destined

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Sometimes,
when a person is destined for hell.
They stop caring.
About the world.
Everyone.
When a person knows their destination.
They plan for it.
They know what to do,
to make it worthwhile.
These people,
the don’t care,
about you or me.
They dont care,
about what we need.
For,
they are destined for hell.

This poem was written/submitted by Lauren Hall.

Category: Life Poems
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